“You are thinking that he could make trouble?”
“Yes, that’s the danger.”
They walked to the end of the path in silence, a silence that was like a lane that led towards a clearer view of the future.
“How great is the danger, Paul?”
She spoke very quietly, and in turning, looked calmly up into his face.
“Do you not think that I ought to know?”
Brent stood a moment, his eyes set in a stare of thought. He was wondering what had prompted her to ask him that question, nor had he any quarrel with her right to ask it, and in a measure, he was glad.
“You have every right to know—I will tell you.”
“Wait——”
She touched his sleeve.